Maddy On The Move

This series is a spin-off from the Chloe Lyons series of cycling stories, which began with "Riding with Dirty Girls." Maddy was first introduced in "Chloe's Getting Dirty Again Part 04," so it might be best to read that series first, to get some background, or even start right at the beginning for a binge-read of stories about horny lesbian cyclists.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Maddy on the Move Part 1

Meeting Chloe Lyons was quite possibly the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life. I was just turned 25, and had been a pro cyclist for two years, riding for a low-key British team, which only paid a salary of £20k per year. Hardly enough to live on really, and I was having to be constantly on the hunt for sponsorships to supplement my meagre income.

I was competing on the domestic circuit, doing cyclocross in the winter, and criteriums and gravel races in the summer, and I had reached a decent standard, just below national championship level. I was 25 and should have been reaching my peak, yet I didn't seem to be able to make that final step up.

In fact, as well as my racing level, i felt stuck in many ways. My social circle was pretty small -- it didn't go far beyond cycling and a couple of old friends from school and uni -- and my sex life had completely withered on the vine.

I'd more or less given up on dating because, to be honest, I wasn't getting anything out of it. It had become a chore more than anything, and the sex was just (at best) "meh." I was deep, deep in the doldrums.

My old cycling friend, Abby Stockton, had been lucky enough to get a contract with the world tour team Amstel-Rabo, working as a domestique for stars like Lucy van Barle and Suzy Goethe. She was no better than me, but she got the opportunity mainly due to being friends with Toya Rennser -- it's always having contacts that opens the doors -- and I was quite envious.

We were still good friends though, and we spoke on the phone quite regularly. I always lapped up her stories of what to me was the glamorous world of top-level racing, but the thing that especially piqued my interest was talk of "the free girls."

According to Abby, there was a group of girls in the pro peloton who were gay, single, and very, very promiscuous. In Abby's words, they were "in and out of bed with each other so often it's impossible to keep track of."

Abby is completely straight (as was I back then) and her attitude to the free girls was a faint distaste, but I could tell just a bit of her was fascinated by it. Otherwise, why would she talk about them so much?

As for me, I was definitely fascinated. In fact, more than that. It was a slight shock for me to find that I was titillated by it. It seemed so unbridled, so libertine, and the fact that some of the biggest stars, like Chloe Lyons and Lucy van Barle were apparently involved just made it even more enthralling. Gay or not, it was way more exciting than anything that was happening in my life at that point.

I found myself pumping Abby for juicy little tit-bits about them whenever we spoke, and I even got myself off a couple of times while imagining Chloe and Lucy having sex. The whole idea of It made me incredibly horny.

If I'm perfectly honest, it wasn't the first time I'd had lesbian thoughts. I'd wondered about it a few times, wondered if I would try it given the opportunity, and I had felt a certain lesbian attraction to some women. I mean, let's face it, some women are just bloody gorgeous, aren't they?

Before Chloe, I think the closest I'd come was on a girls night out in Edinburgh a year or two back. There were six of us, some cyclists, and some other friends, including Naomi, who I knew from my uni days. She's one of those women. Gorgeous.

We'd already brushed on the subject earlier in the night -- would we try it etc -- and the consensus was, yes, with the right woman. Well, Naomi, with her honey skin and full lips, was definitely the right woman, and I think we were a hairsbreadth from actually doing something that night. On the dance floor we almost kissed, but something stopped us and it never happened. Now, with all that's happened in between, I know I definitely would.

So, I remained a Sapphic virgin, but I was definitely becoming curiouser and curiouser, and women were featuring more and more in my masturbation fantasies. Sometimes, I'd watch a bike race on the TV, and I'd fantasise about the riders fucking each other straight afterwards, peeling off their sweaty, salty kit and indulging in some beautifully dirty sex.

Given this highly-charged lesbian libido that was taking me over, imagine my excitement when I was looking at the start list for my local British National Trophy round the week before the race, and the name CHLOE LYONS jumped out of my phone screen and hit me right in the clitoris.

My heart rate shot up by 50 beats, and I felt a beautiful warmth suddenly emanating from my loins, just at the sight of her name. She was coming to Rothes! I knew I couldn't let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers.

Anyway before I get into that, I guess I owe you some sort of introduction...

Hi, I'm Madeleine MacKenzie (but known to most of my cycling friends as MaddyMac). Scottish -- as you may have guessed -- and still living in my hometown of Kirkdalry, on the banks of the Firth of Forth, just north of Edinburgh.

Although I'm obviously fit and lean, I guess I'm pretty average, physically: 167cm tall (about 5'6") and 58.5kg (about 129lbs, or just over 9 stone). I'm definitely not skinny, but my extra weight is mostly muscle, with just a hint of fleshiness in the right places.

I'm pretty happy with my body overall. I have a good shape, nice breasts (I think) and a bum that often gets compliments, especially when I wear well-fitted jeans. People tell me I'm "pretty when you smile," but I don't know if that means I'm not when I don't.

I suppose one of my most striking features is my hair, which often draws comments, from men and women alike. It's thick, wild and untameable, and can be a real handful (or three) sometimes. I can wrestle it into a ponytail, and cram it into my helmet, but plaits and buns, and other hairstyles that cyclists often favour, are pretty much denied to me.

I often talk about cutting it short, but whenever I suggest it, I'm firmly forbidden by everyone, including my hairdresser. My favoured way to quell it (when I'm not wearing my bike helmet) is with a buff, and I have a huge selection of them. I guess the hair and the buffs have become my trademark and, I suppose, an integral part of "me."

So, anyhoo, Chloe was coming to Rothes, and I felt my excitement and libido rising as my resolve grew. I decided I was going to proposition her, and try to make that first step into lesbian sex. If she was as uninhibited as Abby's stories suggested, there was a good chance she'd be interested, surely?

In the week leading up to the race, I drove myself mad, wondering what it would feel like. There were so many unknowns, so many feelings and sensations I'd never yet experienced.

I've always been a deep thinker, a bit of a ponderer, but this was more than that. I was shamelessly fantasising, stretching the limits of my imagination and, if I'm honest, revelling in it.

I sucked my own nipples, tasted my own pussy, and tried to imagine they were Chloe's nipples, Chloe's pussy liquids. And I had some wondrous orgasms. It was going to be difficult to stay cool when I actually met her.

Race day arrived and I drove up to Rothes and met up with my team, DLR Bike Components, and my dad, who was helping them. We talked about the course, bikes, tyre pressures etc, but I was distracted. Eager to get a glimpse of Chloe.

I kept scanning the big car parking field, which also served as the paddock, but I didn't spot her, so I walked over to sign-on and greeted the other girls. Nikki Cray and Zandi James were the leading riders in the British National Trophy, but we all knew that none of us was likely to get close to Chloe. As for me, I'd be happy with a top 5 finish.

Then there she was, signing her name on the acrylic screen with the big felt-pen, and looking quite understated in her Febi-SRAM team kit. The only clue that she was World Champion were subtle bands around the sleeves of her jersey, and little rainbow stripes on her white cycling sunglasses.

I took a tight grip of myself and strode up to greet her with a bold double cheek kiss, taking her slightly by surprise, I think. As usual when you first meet someone you've seen on the TV, she looked different in the flesh. Little details like the subtle creases at the corners of her mouth when she smiled, a very slight hint of freckles on her cheeks, and the intense twinkle in her eyes were all things I hadn't noticed before.

I was a little smited, but I played it cool, engaging her in some cheeky banter, keeping it light and breezy, and I invited her to join me in a couple of warm up laps, which she accepted with a bright little grin... Keep yer head, Maddy, keep yer head.

We did two laps, and I showed off my local knowledge of the course and its history, which seemed to impress her. I loved riding with her, watching her body position on the bike and the way she negotiated the course, showing brilliant bike-handling skills. I know I have those skills too and I wondered if she were watching me the same way. I hoped she was.

At the start, she was the centre of attention. The PA excitedly announced her presence, and everyone was clamouring for a fist bump or a hand clasp with her, and she just soaked it up, smiling affably. Every inch the consummate star. I kept my distance and just watched. I was aiming for something much more later on.

And later on was the most prominent thing in my head. The race was almost a distraction, just something to be got out of the way so that I could resume my more important pursuit.

As it happened, I had a good race. Nikki, Zandi and Chloe stormed away immediately at the start, leaving me having a tussle with Dierdre Sullivan, which lasted most of the race.

It was an interesting tussle, because our strengths were mismatched. On the descents, and through anything technical, I had her measure, and would open a little gap over her, but she was so damn strong on the climbs... I lost count of how many times she passed me when we were plodding uphill. She did it so many times that, at one point, on the last lap, she even apologised! 'Sorry Mads.'

I caught her up again though, on the last descent, and it came down to a sprint for 4th place, which I surprised myself by winning easily. We did have a little chuckle as we hugged each other afterwards.

Chloe actually had a bit of a scare when she took a heavy tumble descending "Mount Morag," the tallest of the slag heaps which make up much of the course. She still won though, which didn't surprise anyone.

I rolled off to my team, handed over my bike, and went to get cleaned up and changed, then I immediately went in search of Chloe again. The strength of my resolve surprised even me.

I had no idea where she was parked and it took me a lot of wandering about before I stumbled on her, hiding behind a campervan with her crew. I was on a roll now, in full predator mode. My decision was made, my objective set. I was determined I would end the day in bed with her, and I invited her to join me in the local cafe for a hot brew and an even hotter chat.

She seemed to be quite pleased to be asked, and we walked up to the caff and into a warm and comforting atmosphere. We ordered tea and pikelets -- a kind of Scottish crumpet - and sat in a cosy corner.

My heart was fairly thumping as we sat down, but I hoped it wasn't noticeable, and I tried to keep my voice steady as I told her I wanted to talk about sex.

'O...K...' she said slowly, and she looked at me piercingly with her twinkly eyes.

I told her I wasn't gay, but that I was very curious and had decided I wanted to explore, then I went straight into interrogation mode:

'I'm friends with Abby Stockton, so I get a lot of the goss from the world tour. Abby's not gay either, but she says there's a lot of gay sex goes on on the tour. She says it seems very free. Mix & match, she calls it.' She chuckled. 'She says you're part of it Chloe. Is it true?'

'Yes it is.'

'Wow... I know you're with Licia Francis, but Abbs says you still go with others. Is that true?'

'Yes it is.'

She was smirking slightly now, and my eyes must have been going wide and wider. 'Wow... Even though I'm not gay, I have to say, it sounds like fun.'

'It is,' she said, holding my gaze.

'I've been thinking that I don't like sex, I continued. 'I almost find it boring. 'I've been on my own for nearly two years now and I haven't missed it at all.'

She looked aghast, maybe thinking I had a super-low libido or something, which definitely isn't true, so I said 'Of course, I've been sorting myself out -- on a regular basis -- I do have a libido, but boyfriends? Meh.'

'Well, I understand that,' she smirked.

'When Abby told me about the gay mix & match on tour though, I suddenly felt excited by it. I decided I wanted to try it, and when I found out you were coming here today, I knew I had to talk to you about it.... And here we are.'

'You seem quite sure.' She said. 'Most women don't just decide they want to try it, just like that.'

'No, but I'm like that. I think and think, then decide, one way or another, and I've decided. I want to try something more than just my fingers and a box of toys... Will you help me, Chloe? Will you help me to try it?'

'Of course, but it might be best to take it step by step.'

'What are the steps?'

'Well kissing would be the first step... then boob sucking, both ways... then I guess having your pussy eaten... Then we could move onto fingering, and the final step would be actually eating pussy, maybe even getting queened.'

OMG, just hearing her talk about it was turning me on something crazy. I had to ask the question that had been fascinating me. 'What's it like, eating pussy? Is it not a little... gross?

She laughed. 'No way. You taste yourself when you masturbate, don't you?'

'Yeah, but actually putting your tongue... you know... IN there... I'm not sure I'm ready for that.'

She cracked up laughing. 'Oh Maddy, you have a lot to learn. And a lot to look forward to. Don't worry, we'll take it step by step.

I decided it was time. 'Will you come home with me?' I said, staring into her eyes.

'What, now?'

'Yeah, why not? Strike while the iron's hot... and it's hot.'

She paid me a compliment, said I was very sexy, and I liked how it felt. It wasn't the last one either. She was full of them, and they gave me a little thrill every time. It was nothing like being complimented by a guy. I don't know why. She just knew how to build me up. How to make me feel gorgeous and sexy.

We went back to my flat and made love for hours and it was absolutely beautiful. She was so gentle and considerate, moving us slowly through the steps she'd described; Kissing... OMG, the most perfectly erotic kissing ever. Boob love. Oh, her soft lips on my nipples was sublime, and HER nipples -- stunning little spires, so much firmer and ruder than mine.

I sucked them eagerly, loving their texture on my tongue, and the firm pertness of her small breasts, and she asked me to finger her. Of course, I've fingered myself a thousand times, so I know how an aroused wet pussy feels, but hers felt different, and doing it while sucking on those divine nipples was simply delicious.

I told her I loved having the insides of my thighs kissed, and she spent time doing it to me in a way I'd never managed to get a partner to do before. They were always far too tempted by pussy, but Chloe took her time kissing her way up to my groins more than once, teasing me delectably, first on one thigh, then the other, building me up to fever pitch until my pussy was aching for her.

When she finally ate me, it was like I'd never, ever been eaten before, and she made me come ridiculously easily, her fingers, tongue and lips producing sensations I'd never felt before. Her clit sucking technique was simply otherworldly.

I had a massive orgasm that almost made me pass out, which I took a long time to recover from, but she didn't rush me, nor did she just flop on her back and fall asleep. She just lay next to me, softly a stroking the bump of my hip bone, until I could speak.

This had been a transcendent experience, and I wanted to eat her, to reciprocate, but I didn't feel able, just at that moment, to live up to what she'd just done to me. I told her that, quite candidly, and she was fine about it.

'That's OK,' she said. 'No pressure. Do you want to watch me get myself off instead?'

I'd only ever watched women masturbate in porn films, and I did find it horny, so I was excited to get a proper live performance from Chloe, and I wiggled down between her legs eagerly. Just lying there as she spread her legs wide, brazenly exposing herself to me, was incredibly horny in itself, and when she actually started playing with herself... Well, nothing on film even comes close.

The heat of her, the feel of her legs embracing my shoulders, and the heady aroma of her hot arousal transcended anything my eyes were seeing, even though what my eyes were seeing was also super-hot.

She came quite quickly: obviously she was very turned on -- and she whimpered adorably as she reached her climax, but what I wasn't prepared for was the sight of her girl cream tricking between her fingers as she pumped them in and out, stretching out her orgasm until she had no more left to give.

I had an urge to taste her there and then, but I hesitated, and missed my opportunity. I did get a taste of her hand when she pulled me up for a kiss though, and it gave me a taste for it. I wanted more, but it didn't happen that night. The chance seemed to have passed.

She spent the night with me and I awoke some time in the wee hours and looked at her sleeping, and looking so serene, innocent, beautiful. I could have woken her with a kiss, but instead I lay on my back thinking about this monumental thing I'd just done.

I'd crossed a boundary, and entered into a whole new world -- the other side of the sky - and I was so fortunate to have chosen Chloe to help me. I really couldn't have found anyone better to introduce me to these joys.

I looked at her again and felt a surge of emotion. As a lesbian partner, she was perfect, absolutely perfect, and she only lived a few miles away! How much better could it get?

Oh God, Maddy, you can't let this happen, I told myself. I had to struggle to make myself accept she was out of bounds. Despite all her libertine promiscuity, she was in a committed relationship. I was in truth only a plaything.

I had a weird mix of sadness and joy that made my heart ache, but what I didn't yet realise was that my life-train, so long in the sidings, had clanked into action again, and I was going on a whole new journey.

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In the morning, I got up and went to prepare some breakfast, and in a few minutes, she joined me. The atmosphere was light and casual, like two friends or room mates. We talked about cycling, races, and somehow never mentioned the tumultuous events of the previous night. I think we both knew how tumultuous it had been, and there was a tacit, unspoken realisation that we shouldn't talk about it.

We ate, chatted, then parted with a cheek kiss and a casual 'See you.' I waved as she got into her car, then watched her drive away.